The last couple of months have been so busy around here and it is time for an update!
Cafe Rio is one of Mason's favorite places to eat. He will come tell me quite often that he is "so hungry" and that he "needs a burrito."
He also loves Costco pizza.
He says his favorite color is blue.
He says his favorite color is blue.
He says his favorite foods are peaches, pears, pasta, crepes, waffles, pork ribs and corn on the cob.
He says his favorite person is Kenley (his adorable little friend).
He says his favorite animal is an elephant.
He LOVES his Uncle Jantzen.
He can't say dealership. Instead he says, "Dairyship."
He can't say dealership. Instead he says, "Dairyship."
He can't say Daniel Tiger. Instead it comes out, "Dan-uh-way Tiger." (UPDATE: He can finally say it correctly...it may have taken me a couple of months to finish this post)
He made me cut the tag out of every shirt he owns.
He still eats with a washcloth and hates to be dirty.
He tries to clip his own nails.
He has no stranger danger. Last Saturday he wandered into three of our neighbor's garages to, "see what they were doin'."
He made me cut the tag out of every shirt he owns.
He still eats with a washcloth and hates to be dirty.
He tries to clip his own nails.
He has no stranger danger. Last Saturday he wandered into three of our neighbor's garages to, "see what they were doin'."
He loves to brush his teeth.
He says "BIU" instead of BYU.
He asks if he can go to sleep in the car. He'll never just fall asleep, he always asks if it's ok first.
He finally sleeps in his own bed through the night! It just took a little bribery (Thanks to my cousin Tami for the idea).
He says "BIU" instead of BYU.
He asks if he can go to sleep in the car. He'll never just fall asleep, he always asks if it's ok first.
He finally sleeps in his own bed through the night! It just took a little bribery (Thanks to my cousin Tami for the idea).
He has found a new hobby that he loves - skateboarding...more like trying to skateboard.
He LOVED shooting guns at watermelons, cantaloupes and buckets of cheese puffs!
He went to his very first BYU Football game and loved every moment...until halftime. He was exhausted so we left.
He went to his very first BYU Football game and loved every moment...until halftime. He was exhausted so we left.
He can recognize most of the alphabet.
He can write most of the alphabet.
He can recognize a circle, square, triangle, rectangle, oval, diamond, hexagon and a star.
Everywhere we go he looks for an "M for Mason."
He loathes pants - he will change out of them and back into shorts the moment we get home from ANYWHERE.
He hates sitting in the cart at the store.
He can't wait to go see Santa again.
He calls a hula hoop a "twisty wiggle."
He calls a hula hoop a "twisty wiggle."
He is really good at throwing tantrums...the joys of a three year old.
He loves going to nursery now! HALLELUJAH!
Instead of just saying basketball he always says, "Basketball Hoop"
He knows how to use scissors...
He will gag on carrots, broccoli, nuts and applesauce.
He will gag on carrots, broccoli, nuts and applesauce.
In September we had a little scare with Mason. He had the runs for 6 weeks straight...multiple times a day. We tried no dairy, that didn't fix it. We had to do blood tests (more than once and the poor boy hated it), poo tests (he hated those, too) and endless doctors appointments. They tested him for everything under the sun - giardia, e coli, celiac, crohn's disease, etc. It ALL came back normal. About a week after we had all of the testing done his digestive system went back to normal and has stayed that way since. $400 of testing later and he is fine. Such is life.
The other day he was helping me clean out our third bedroom and move all of the baby stuff downstairs. I was almost finished when he found the picture of Christ holding a tiny baby, sat down on the floor and cried. He held the picture in his hands and said to me, "Mom, I just miss my Lincoln..." I bawled and told him that it is ok to miss Lincoln and that I did, too. He then said, "I just don't want Jesus to have him anymore." My heart melted. Mason wants a sibling SO badly, if only it were easy to give him one. :(
He can still climb anything.
He still remembers what "Santa" asked him to do last year. (Stop biting his nails, which he did).
I am not allowed to cut his hair. He told me he is growing it out like "Jake from the Never Land Pirates."
He dresses himself every single day.
He dresses himself every single day.
He had two Halloween costumes this year. For the ward parties he was Peter Pan and for Halloween he was Spiderman (all his idea).
Uncle Braddy took him trick-or-treating in Grandma's neighborhood.
He loves fruit cocktail and calls the cherries his "favorite red peaches."
I got upset with him for getting out of bed for the trillionth time. He climbed back in bed and said, "RELAX mom, don't get mad at me."
He says his favorite movie is Big Hero 6.
He says his favorite place to go is the movie theater. He has only been once.
He says his favorite songs are "The Temple Song" and "Shut Up and Dance With Me" (He knows them both word for word).
He only ever wants to wear his "blue shorts." They are blue basketball shorts, so I went and bought a second pair.
He weighs 40 pounds.
He is just barely over 40 inches tall.
All of his clothes are 4T or size 5 (in some pairs of pants)
His shoes are size 10.5 or 11.
We had been waiting in a drive through line for a good 10 minutes just for a stinkin' courtesy cone. Mason got really frustrated and said, "This is RIDICULOUS!"
He tries to say pomegranate and it comes out "pon-a-gramma."
He can't say harmonica, it comes out, "America."
He tries to say pomegranate and it comes out "pon-a-gramma."
He can't say harmonica, it comes out, "America."
He loves to play with his friends (Especially Westen and Kenley).
He makes me sing primary songs to him every night before bed. "The Temple Song" (I Love To See The Temple), Popcorn Popping, "The Jesus One" (Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam), "The Light One" (Teach Me To Walk In The Light), "The Snowman One" (Once There Was A Snowman) and "The Birdie Song" (Heavenly Father Loves Me).
He knows the words to all of them.
He likes to tell me secrets and my most favorite one was when he whispered in my ear, "I love you the most in the whole world!"
He no longer "picks" at my mole. I know, this sounds disgusting. Ever since he was born he would pick at my skin, or run his finger over any raised moles. I only really have one and it is right on the front of my shoulder. He has ALWAYS had to be touching it when he is being held, drinking his sippy, falling asleep, etc. It was his version of sucking his thumb, silking a blanky, etc. Weird, I know, but it was his thing. I threw a band-aid over it and told him he couldn't touch it anymore because he is too old. I took an old stuffed animal and put a dot of hot glue on it, now he picks at that instead!
He loves Wild Kratts and told me, "Wild Kratts like animals and I like animals in the world, not in traps." Whatever that means. HA!
After we had our first snow it promptly melted. The next morning he woke up and cried because, "The snow is still in the clouds."
He HATES when I wear my hair up and tells me to put it down.
At bedtime he has to hug and kiss me about a hundred times before he lets go of me.
He tells me he loves me multiple times a day (and I LOVE it).
He has gone from toddler to little boy all too quickly!
